At no prompting of my own, these were the events tonight…
Suddenly, my daughter brought into the living room a tutu, a crown and a boa. I couldn’t help but think that bedtime was not going to be fun and that I was going to somehow end up wearing most of what was in her hands. Apparently, I was not her target.
I can’t tell if he’s miserable or if he digs dress up. I can tell you that this next guy
No such luck.
Oddly enough, the dogs were not fazed. I expected quite a bit more whining or crazy escape maneuvers. Maybe even some scratching in an attempt to remove their outfits. Not at all.
Clearly this was a lot of hard work and snacks were a necessity for all parties involved.